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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

(35) When all else is lost the future still remains

“It won’t end till you face
it Shan.” Race’s voice although shaking, was soft, pleading.

Swinging back Shan growled,
“It ended when this place blew up.”

“He died then, but it hasn’t
ended.” Race backed away when Shan stormed towards him, ending up in the
shattered, rubble-filled hall of the second level. As he did his foot hit
something and he stumbled, landing hard on his ass.

Shan’s shadow darkened the
doorway as he stared down at Race. Then, with great reluctance, he stepped
inside. Looking at the fallen young man he held out a hand. “You all right?”

“What does that mean?” Shan
moved closer and Race carefully backed away again.

“I’m bleeding a bit, but
nothing that’ll kill me. I don’t suppose you have a handkerchief or something.”

“How bad?” Shan pulled off
his shirt. “And stand still damn it,” he added when Race took another step
backwards. “Next time you might hit that hard head of yours instead of your
elbow.”

Figuring he was far enough
into the hall now, Race did as Shan asked, staying where he was, holding out
his arm to him as Shan approached.

Shan took it, checking the
damage and then wrapping his shirt around the long, bloody gash. “You’re right,
you’ll live. But we should get some antiseptic on it. The med room’s right
down…” He froze as the reality of what he was saying hit home. He looked down
the hall and shivered. Then he began to shudder, his gaze turning dark when it landed on one of the doors.

“That was his room?” Race
asked; his voice soft with concern.

“Our…room.” Shan gripped
Race’s arm so hard the young man knew there would be bruises later. “I need… I
have to…”

“Finally say good-bye.”
Race’s words were barely spoken, just a ghost of a whisper.

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Born and bred Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America), ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until just recently.
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